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ABIG Abigail appear arms bear Behold believe better blood Cæsar Cato Cato's cause charms Coach comes conjurer dear death dost drum Enter eyes fair fall fancy Fant Fantome fate father fear follow four friends GARD give gods GRID grief half hand happy hast head hear heart heaven honour hope I'll JUBA King Lady legs liberty live look lost Lucia Lucius madam Marcia Marcus master means nature never night once pains passion play pleasure poor Portius Pray present prince QUEEN reason rise Roman Rome Rosamond SCENE secret SEMP Sempronius senate SIR GEORGE Sir Trusty soul speak stand sure Syphax talk tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand Tinsel turn Vellum virtue whole wish woman young
Page 64 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Page 129 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into naught ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Page 65 - A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws, What bosom beats not in his country's cause ? Who sees him act, but envies every deed ? Who hears him groan, and does not wish to bleed?
Page 88 - A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Page 130 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 130 - ... there is all nature cries aloud Through all her works) he must delight in virtue; And that which he delights in must be happy. But when ! or where ! — This world was made for Caesar.
Page 86 - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ! No, let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his throng'd legions, and charge home upon him.
Page 129 - The wide, th' unbounded prospect lies before me ; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us (And that there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Page 128 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.